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Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

W. Shakespeare


It was a lover and his lass

With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

Sweet lovers love the Spring.
Between the acres of the rye
These pretty country folks would lie :
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower :
And therefore take the present time

With a hey and.a ho and a hey-nonino !
For love is crowned with the prime
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding :
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

W. Shakespeare

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PRESENT IN ABSENCE Absence, hear thou my protestation

Against thy strength,

Distance, and length;
Do what thou canst for alteration :

For hearts of truest mettle

Absence doth join, and Time doth settle. Who loves a mistress of such quality,

He soon hath found

Affection's ground
Beyond time, place, and all mortality.

To hearts that cannot vary
Absence is Presence, Time doth tarry.

By absence this good means I gain,

That I can catch her,

Where none can watch her,
In some close corner of my brain :

There I embrace and kiss her;
And so 'I both enjoy and miss her.




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Being your slave, what should I do but țend
Upon the hours and times of your desire ?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require :
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu :
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you

are, how happy you make those; So true a fool is love, that in your will, Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

W. Shakespeare



How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere !
And yet this time removed was summer's time :
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the

wanton burden of the prime Like widow'd wombs after their lords' deceasc :

Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute ;
Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

W. Shakespeare

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A CONSOLATION When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate; Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possest, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on Thee--and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

W. Shakespeare

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O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify :
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lic;
That is my home of love ; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again,

Just to the tine 01 with the time exchanged,
So tha nisi Dung Wäer for my stain.
Never el core though it my paure reigad
All frailtieth i leiege a kinds of blool,
That it muli si, prepostero is.y le stan'd
To leave for nching all thy sum of goud :
For nothin this wide universe I cail;
Save thcü, y rose : in it

W. Shakespcare

To me, furl.nl, you never can be oli,
For as you will wica frit your eye I eyed ?*
Such seem

The winters coll 1
Have front scissit three simmers' pride;
Three brauit is strings tu yeyw autu. tun'r
In proces Gita sci con !T. I see,
Three Ajo pililais ill three hit lines burn',
Since firii Liviu si which y't are green..
Ah! yet the beauty, lite cial liand,
Steal from his dure, 21, per te ceived ;
So your swout lla, which pethinks still doth stend.
Hath moiewa, and runt een ay le diceived:
For fear of which, hea this, thou age anored
Ere you webom, was beauty's summer deau.

W. Shukespeare


Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly,

White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how I do love thee !

I do love thee as my lambs

Are beloved of their dams;
How blest were I if thou would'st prove me.

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Iphenia le fi peadire ros::S.

That in thy 3:118, was teses, Fair eet, horiri iurele!

I de trive thee is each flower

Loves the suni liie giving poser; l'amica, iliy Liath toll wit more Diapenia like to all things blesséi

es are expresse'l, lear joy, 10 tu love thee!

Astha biri's lo lorcitie, dung:

Or the bees their carenul king :
Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!

U. Constable


Like i the clear is hisphere
Where al nperin glory ines,
Of selfsanie colour is her hair
Whether unfoided or in twines :

Heigh ho, lan Kisáline !
Her eyes are s. > hires set in snow,
Resembling heiken by every wik ;
The Gods do fe has they glow,
And I do trembi dicit I think

Heigh ho, woulu obe wire mine!
Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud
That beautifies Aurora's face,
Or like the silver crimson shroud
That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace ;

Heigh ho, fair Rosaline !
Her lips are like two budded roses
Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh,
Within which bounds she balm encloses
Apt to entice a deity :

Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Her neck is like a stately tower
Where Love himself imprison'd lies,

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